Earth.

Somewhere.

- The man left.

Miyamoto Kuraki took a silent breath, and the murderous intent that had been haunting his neck since a long time ago disappeared silently. He knew that he was being targeted by Zhao Fukong, and he also knew that Zhao Fukong had stayed away from him.

Most of the Samsara coalition forces have disappeared, and he can't contact them and doesn't know where they've gone.

He didn't know why he was still alive and alive.

- Did the man really leave?

He didn't know, wasn't sure.

As a member of the Tokai team, he has many secrets hidden in his heart. His own hidden, unknown super perception is one of the less important ones. At least, it's nothing compared to the real purpose of your actions.

- I am a martial artist.

Miyamoto Kuraki's ancestors were samurai, samurai, and samurai families. And in the past, before he stepped into the world of reincarnation, he didn't take this identity much seriously.

After all, he is a reincarnation.

And the reincarnators have always been called out of despair.

Special identities, experiences, and the past are often a source of despair for this group of go-getters. And he wasn't driven crazy by his own family traditions, though. But the realistic pressure that forced him into the main god space was not much better.

[Martial arts loyalty and righteousness are all feudal bad habits, and that decadent era should have stepped on the mud a long time ago] - in the past, before he was filled with despair, his heart was filled with such thoughts. And when he was chosen to enter the world of reincarnation, he also firmly believed that he would find a morality that was more in line with his way of life, at least, to abandon the bad habits of the martial arts on his body.

Why should a person owe allegiance to others? Why should the samurai obey the current zaibatsu presidents, the nobles of the past?

- It makes no sense for one's own sword to fight for oneself, to be loyal and then obey others.

That's what he used to think. He also firmly believes that he can follow through to the end. It's like even if he is forced to die in society, he is not willing to do dirty work as black gloves for the nobles of those consortiums. He firmly believed that even if he was tortured and killed by those breeders in the reincarnation world, his heart would never change.

Because he has a deep memory.

'Miyamoto, you are a martial artist. Your father, your father's father, have been loyal to this family, and so should you. ’

He used to bow down to the nobles behind the high gate in accordance with his family tradition.

'Miyamoto, you have very good skills and abilities. But if the sword can't kill the enemy, it has no meaning. Go, dispose of all these disobedient families, cut off their heads, and set a fire, it's a very simple and easy thing to do. ’

He used to carry a samurai sword, while a group of bankrupt families whose pensions had been embezzled by the club wept loudly at the door of the club.

'Miyamoto, the name of your family is disgraced because of you. From now on, there will be no society to recruit employees like you, and no one will want to do your family business. Your family will never be able to buy any more salt to eat, and there will never be rice in this land that you will be able to eat again! ’

He was once penniless, betrayed his relatives, and his family disowned him.

These pasts have become his pain and motivation. And he did not give in after understanding the existence of the Tokai team, but drew his sword the moment he found an opportunity.

He failed.

The thought of drawing his sword was erased before he could do so.

The spiritual power of the breeders is interested in domesticating a samurai. Because the spiritual power, before being elected, also had a once glorious but dilapidated family name.

'I want to have a dog, a good dog that is fierce and brutal. ’

He may always be ready to bite me back, but I love this blood. ’

Miyamoto Kuraki remembers the voice. And after that, he fell into hell.

I became the last person I wanted to be.,Become a more thorough slave than the club thugs before becoming a reincarnation.。 Maintaining his own will to be immersed in killing and destruction, countless lives have died under his own sword.

Unrelated people, innocent people, helpless people...... They struggled, they resisted, they pleaded, and yet they all died. Their blood piled up enough to cover the top of his head. He desperately wanted to find a suitable time for himself to die in the war.

He couldn't do it – he was soaked in despair.

And just as he gave up everything, he saw the slender figure.

The woman.

The girl.

Her name is Shifang Yuan Liuge, and she is cold and lonely at first.

When Miyamoto Kuraki set his eyes on her, she had already proven her abilities. Even the breeders with endless means can't help her, and the breeders need the trickery she shows.

Block everything, reject everything, cover everything, disguise everything.

The breeders are even willing to give sincerity to make her one of the rulers with only a little cooperation and dignity. But even so, she never bothered.

She doesn't care about anyone.

But one day, the dominated samurai was overshadowed by her.

"You don't expect obedience, you want to die." The girl's voice was indifferent, and her face was empty. "I can grant your wishes, but I want you to answer me a question."

"I wonder why you resist obedience?"

Miyamoto Kuraki fell to the ground, greedily breathing in the rare air of freedom.

"That kind of person...... It's not worth obeying at all! I, never...... Never be that demonic slave again! ”

"It turns out that you are not resisting obedience, you are just dissatisfied with the object of obedience." The girl's voice was still cold, and there was no trace of emotional ups and downs. "You want a master who is more in line with your moral values, a 'master'. And you actually have a fair degree of agreement with the obedience itself. ”

"You're a samurai." The girl so asserted.

The rebuttal was just about to come out, but it was blocked in his throat. Miyamoto sadly discovers that she is not able to deny her from the bottom of her heart. The traces and experiences of his past have long been engraved into the depths of his body.

"I'm a samurai." He closed his eyes.

"And you, who are naturally accustomed to obedience, are weak and not keen on obeying the strong—the weak should obey the strong, and you don't agree with that, do you?"

“…… Be. ”

Then, if the content is changed slightly, the weak follow the virtuous, and the virtuous guide the weak. Are you willing to offer your loyalty? ”

“…… It is a matter of course that virtuous people live in the world. ”

"And what is virtue?"

The samurai did not answer.

The girl raised her head and looked at the golden ball of light suspended above the square.

She has already got the answer. She was content with that.

"If I become virtuous, will you follow me?" She asked.

And the samurai was silent.

"There's too much blood on the knife, and it's time to break it." In the end, he still expects death as an outcome. "But if there is an afterlife, then I hope to meet a monarch worthy of my loyalty."

"I see." The girl gave a promise.

Soon, the samurai was able to get the death he had hoped for.

It was an extraordinarily brutal battle, and the difficulty of the world was strangely elevated for unknown reasons. If the reincarnators of the Tokai team want to survive, they can only use expensive resurrection items, or rely on the girl's abilities to ensure victory.

The breeders chose the latter, and the Tokai team, which was almost completely controlled by them, survived under the command of the maiden, but suffered heavy casualties. The many diehards who obeyed the breeders were almost all dead. And the ruthlessness and indifference she showed when consuming the weights could not help but move even those farmers who were accustomed to seeing evil.

She eventually led the fruit of victory.

On the eve of her victory, she put the psychic and the freed samurai into the same desperate situation.

And at the moment when he shattered the resurrection prop of the Psychic Power surrounded by a desperate situation, the samurai looked at the fear and anger that crept into his disgusted face, and felt extremely satisfied in his heart.

He felt that he had found the master, and if that girl became his lord, then he would be happier. Pity......

Darkness overwhelmed him.

He washed away the pain of his soul with death.

And then......

"Are you a newcomer too? Hello, I'm ......"

The blurred figure held out his hand to him, and the samurai paid no attention to him, but saw the joy of the familiar girl and the unanimous support of the newcomers—the samurai of yesteryear was dead, and the resurrected self had a different face than before. The girl's powers have hidden her past identity, and now, she is trying to become a virtuous lord.

"Well, I am." So he held out his hand to the vague man. "I'm ...... Miyamoto. Let's get along. ”

He said that he was determined to follow the new monarch in this new life.

He knew that the girl had a more indifferent nature, and that the kindness and generosity of the present were nothing more than a hypocrisy. But he was all the more pleased with this, because he was the only one among the newcomers who held the important secrets of the king.

- I'm a samurai.

Miyamoto said to himself in his heart.

- There is only one Lord I will follow, and I will not stop following her wherever she goes.

After going through 'life' and 'death' once, his perception is much stronger than before. The girl's occasional flaws in the layout were secretly pointed out by him. And he doesn't give this secret to living creatures other than maidens.

He became stronger, and he used the power of the Great Black Sky with ease. Originally, he didn't have a very strong potential to improve, but if it weren't for the talents of the newcomers, he even felt that he should become the only deputy of Shifang Yuan Liuge.

It's a pity that it's a little bit short.

But he was content with the status quo.

So he followed her and became the sharp knife in her hand. Whether it was the trial of the plot or the force of the breeder, he did not hesitate at all. And even if the girl returns to indifference and chooses the gods, he is not moved by this.

The sovereign had a reason to do so, and the samurai only had to wait for the order until the time came for the sovereign to return. He firmly believed that the Shifang Yuan Liuge would eventually return, and even if it didn't, the East China Sea Team would eventually be with the Celestial Gods one day in the future.

He wants to secure the wealth of the sovereign.

Make sure that when Shifang Yuan Liuge returns, the East China Sea team can welcome her back in time and meet any needs she has. It didn't matter if she intended to use the Tokai team as a sacrificial material, he would be the first to die, or the last to ensure the ritual.

And because of this, he was not satisfied with the current order of the Tokai team—the contemptible successors were not effectively managing the property she had left behind. And this group of people who have been able to take power by her grace dare to think that they are the Lord!

How dare they say, 'The generation of Ishiboin has ended?' ’

How dare they, how can they, how deserve !?

Miyamoto was furious about this. But he was able to restrain it well, knowing that he had more important things to do.

Because he still has to welcome his lord, he also has to guide the Shifang Yuan Liuge on the way back. Even if he didn't know what kind of status Shifang Yuan Liuge held in the Celestial Force, he was sure that she must be important. And if she is not doing well, then it is even more important for me to put as many resources as possible into her hands.

Right now, right now.

The samurai looked at himself repeatedly, and he wasn't sure if the man's power had really detached from him. But he knew that the East American team was colliding with the forces of the Celestial Gods, but the power of the Shifang Yuan Liuge did not exist in it!

Well, it's time.

He no longer hesitated, and he strode towards the place of the ceremony he had anchored early. The old entanglement of cause and effect was extraordinarily inflated at this moment. And he used this as a medium to shout loudly to the world-

"I call you! Ishifang-"

'Zheng-' A bloody light suddenly burst out, and the next moment, most of his body was shattered into powder at this most critical moment!

……………………

"Distraction is not a good habit, Assassin."

Zhao Weikong turned his body slightly, and a sharp knife grazed his body, and the large land behind him cracked violently. The mountains and the sky turned into the Abyss Rift.

The Hidden Hand is triggered.

But the triggering opportunity was not the same as I expected. It was not the pollution of the heavens that was the trigger, but the abnormal actions that I could not have known in advance.

What a coincidence.

It's just when I can't focus on it, and it's when Ruikong has to support me. The problem node I found was wrong and missed at this moment!

There are unknown forces behind the scenes.

- Alexandra.

Zhao Weikong called in his heart.

- Something is going on, you go -

A white light marked him.

And above Luo Yinglong's head, a gourd covering the clouds appeared.

"Please, baby, turn around!"

He seized the moment.

His incantation, however, blurted out a slight sentence error.

What a coincidence.